Turning Number Eighteen into a True God with a Radical Makeover

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Chen Mo lowered his head and looked at his right hand.

The dim red light on the Dimensional Ring was growing brighter at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The patterns in the center of the ring twisted. Something was forcing its way out from within.

Android 18 had noticed it too. She released Chen Mo's hand and shifted her gaze to the ring, her brows knitting even tighter.

"What's wrong with that thing on your hand?"

Chen Mo did not answer. The system notification in his mind was still going.

[The residual will of the Saiyan God sealed within the ring is awakening. Trigger condition: The host has entered a stable state of the Second-Stage Godly Realm and resonated with the divinity within the ring.]

[Warning: Multiverse-level energy fluctuations are spreading. The source is a chain reaction of Dragon Balls Negative Energy and has already affected at least three parallel timelines.]

Chen Mo raised his head.

The Demon Realm's sky had never held any light to begin with, but now even the gray, hazy dome overhead began to tremble.

Cracks spread down from above. A light of indescribable color seeped through the gaps, alternating between brightness and darkness.

Vegeta sensed it as well.

He forced himself upright. The light on the surface of his soul had dimmed considerably, but his gaze remained firmly fixed on the sky.

"This energy... isn't from the Demon Realm."

"It isn't from our universe either." Chen Mo picked up the thread.

He clenched his fist. The light on the ring had already brightened.

The next moment, a voice poured directly into his mind.

Its owner sounded languid, but could not hide his agitation.

"Hey, kid, can you hear me?"

Chen Mo